I've been away from my blog. I caught a wicked flu and that sucker wouldn't let me go. The concept of being sick is not easy for me. For some reason I want to do things and be productive. This is incompatible with being sick.
This last flu had me in bed for two solid days. I had no choice but to rest and sleep. I was cooking chicken dinners for people, riding in fighter planes and my usual intergalactic adventures.
It was surreal.
I'd have these active dreams then I would wake up sneezing up a storm, coughing and what not only to fall back asleep to another adventure.
Two full days of it and it was exhausting in both realms. This is when you need a good movie to try to put the breaks the dreams but I kept falling into dreamland. There was this 1930ish movie about the future where the two lead actors were pining over wanting old fashion girls.
By the time my subconscious had wrapped itself around the movie I had taken over the planet and declared free love for all.
I'm better now. Except that once again this morning I woke up from a dream where I was serving broiled chicken on demand to friends and strangers.
I have no idea what to make of it.
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